itchy eyes
The days are full and I have this to do... and this. Each day is new and I love to count the days. This, this and this too. I love to be alone... and then I love to be with company... but I cherish my visits with me. The entries are short. The days are full. Espanol and powerpoints. Triads and play me a tune. I can sing you a solfege... and tonight I'm going to bed early for once. I need a sleep. To fall into the exciting movie of my dreams.
Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004
10:10 p.m. |